Fun-A-Day Show

I took part in a Fun-A-Day project, and here are couple photos from the final show. The project was about creating one piece of art a day for the whole month of March. It seemed to be an easy one, but as always it was not. I ended up printing all my photos the day before the show... 

Anyway, the place where it was held was fantastic. That was the first time I was at the Queen Theater. The organization of the event was well thought out. Huge thanks to Leanne and everybody who helped her.

You can see my concept for the project here, and I promise to do another post with all my work for this event soon.

This is mine project.  Self-portrait A Day.

My concept for Fun-A-Day project

I've decided to take part in a Fun-A-Day project, which is all about creating something every day for the whole month of March. That decision was made someday in April, and then I looked at the calendar and realized that it is almost middle of March. It's not even funny how fast time flies. It seems like only yesterday I had this grand idea to find 30 different normal girls and take their portraits with the whole makeover/glamour idea. And now I understand that it is not possible to achieve when you have two jobs, and only 15 days left. Unless I quit my jobs :) That's an interesting idea... Anyway,  I've changed the concept. I am still doing 30 different photos, portraits of... me, AKA self-portraits.
I chose a poem to illustrate with my photos. It's called A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Ellan Poe.

A Dream Within a Dream

         Take this kiss upon the brow!
          And, in parting from you now,
          Thus much let me avow-
          You are not wrong, who deem
          That my days have been a dream;
          Yet if hope has flown away
          In a night, or in a day,
          In a vision, or in none,
          Is it therefore the less gone?
          All that we see or seem
          Is but a dream within a dream.

          I stand amid the roar
          Of a surf-tormented shore,
          And I hold within my hand
          Grains of the golden sand-
          How few! yet how they creep
          Through my fingers to the deep,
          While I weep- while I weep!
          O God! can I not grasp
          Them with a tighter clasp?
          O God! can I not save
          One from the pitiless wave?
          Is all that we see or seem
          But a dream within a dream?

I absolutely loved this poem . It's dark, meaningful and beautiful. It represents how I feel about life... Life is passing by so fast and every day that past seems like another dream once it is gone.  

Here is just a quick draft to my series of photos: